"What do I get from helping you, and how will you make me alive again?"
Lake stuck his hand through a portal that materialized in the air and another arm came out holding the object you saw earlier.
"I'm sure you are familiar with this. You tried to grab it earlier. This little orb is your soul, a gift which I have indeed blessed your mechanical nature with. You were once a bumbling machine, but now you're special. But the problem is that I am obligated to keep it once you have deceased, It's in my nature to do so once a being dies twice. But here's the interesting part, you have only died ONCE. It's such a rare case that I for the first time do not feel restrained by my own rules. Rules which have kept me from destroying my brother, who's name only attracts his presence. I'll give this back to you if you do what I cannot. I'll bring you back to live with a little "kick"... ha ha ho ho he he.
Lake had a face that suggested someone upstairs had a weird sense of humor, and you weren't sure if you liked the way he talked. You didn't trust him.
